Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Synopsis:A good girl goes fabulously bad in the final book in New York Times bestselling author Sophie Jordan’s sexy New Adult romance series, in which three Ivy League suite-mates seek higher knowledge of just how far they can go.Months after her boyfriend dumped her, Georgia can still hear the insults he hurled at her. Boring. Predictable. Tame. Tired of feeling bad, she’s ready to change her image, and go a little wild. What better way to prove her ex wrong than a hot night of sexual adventure at the secret campus kink club?In the shadowy den of the kink club, she unexpectedly runs into Logan Mulvaney, her friend’s little brother. A player extraordinaire too hot for his own good, he may be younger, but the guy is light years ahead when it comes to sexual experience. Now he’s telling her to go home—“good girls” don’t belong here!Georgia is tired of having others define her. She’s going to teach Logan a lesson he won’t forget—one white hot, mind-wrecking kiss . . . that leads to another . . . and another . . . and. . . . Realizing she’s way in over her head, Georgia runs.Only Logan won’t let her go. Everywhere she goes he’s there, making her want every inch of him. Making her forget who she is. Who he is. And just how wrong they are for each other.

Excerpt from Wild
by Sophie Jordan

“I
gotta go,” I said hurriedly, turning to walk around the Jeep, ready to climb in
the backseat, not even caring how obvious I was in trying to put distance
between us by unnecessarily circling around
the vehicle.

I felt him move behind me before I felt his hands on my
arms. “No, you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t get to run away again.”

I squeaked as he hauled me back against his chest. My spine
stiffened iron-rod straight against the wall of his broad chest. I felt my eyes
go huge in my face. He was touching me. Again.And I was freaking out on the
inside. I sucked in a deep breath, determined that my freak-out stayed internal
only.

“Let me go. They’re coming.” My heart hammered violently in
my chest and I didn’t know if it was because we were about to get busted by my
friends or because his body felt so unbelievable against mine. Okay, fine. It
was both.

His mouth brushed my ear as he spoke, spiking sensation to
every nerve in my body. “Are you embarrassed, Georgia? You don’t want them to
see me with you? Don’t want Pepper and Reece to know about us?”

“There is no ‘us.’ ”

“Oh, but there will be. We both know why you came tonight.”
His fingers flexed, each digit a burning imprint on my forearms.

“Yeah?” Was that breathy croak my voice? “Why?”

“Because you haven’t been able to forget what it felt like
to kiss me, and you want to know if the rest of it will be that good, too.” He
bit down on my earlobe and a whimper escaped my lips. “It will be.”

An invisible band squeezed around my chest. I swallowed
against my constricting throat. “Arrogant much?”

“It’s okay. I haven’t been able to forget either. I can
still remember the way you taste.”

Oh. My. God.

I swallowed a moan and lurched free from him. Swinging
around, I faced him and felt my knees go weak at the look in his eyes.
Heavy-lidded and deep, his blue eyes looked almost indigo as they stared down
at me.

“I know you probably think it’d be some great joke to bang
one of your brother’s friends, but I’m not going to be another notch on your
bedpost . . . some girl you screw once and forget about the next—”

He moved fast then, closing the space that I had
established between us. Oh, yeah. He was a jock with ninja-fast reflexes. I
needed to remember that.

I gasped as his hand slid around my neck, fingers burying
in the hair at the base of my scalp. He lowered his head, dropping his forehead
against mine until our breaths clashed and mingled. His fingers pressed and
massaged the back of my head, shooting sensation straight to the core of me.
Holy hell. Was that some kind of secret pressure point?

His words gusted over my mouth. “You think we’d fuck just
once?”

My stomach plummeted at his blunt words.

He took my hand and dragged it between us, pressing my palm
to his crotch—against the outline of his cock in his tight baseball pants. It
hardened, growing beneath my touch and I felt an answering ache clench between
my thighs. God, it hadbeen so long.

“This doesn’t feel like a joke to me. You don’t,” he
growled in a tight voice. “I want to do things to you . . . things a clean,
vanilla girl like you never dreamed of. Things that tool boyfriend of yours
never came close to doing to you.”

He angled his head. “I think you want me to do dirty things
to you, Georgia.”

About the Author:Sophie Jordan grew up in the Texas hill country where she wove fantasies of dragons, warriors, and princesses. A former high school English teacher, she's also the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Avon historical romances. She now lives in Houston with her family. When she's not writing, she spends her time overloading on caffeine (lattes and Diet cherry Coke preferred), talking plotlines with anyone who will listen (including her kids), and cramming her DVR with true-crime and reality-TV shows. Sophie also writes paranormal romances under the name Sharie Kohler.Website: sophiejordan.netTwitter: https://twitter.com/SoVerySophieFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/sophie.jordan.980Amazon link: http://amzn.to/1yJLnRA